Destiny
I
I couldn't move them, not even to pet them.
La petite mort, the little death. The French chef told me that's how the French
refer to orgasm. I had never understood before. For me, sex was about life,
not with death. Yet today I felt half dead—and yet, somehow,
form, reborn.
Mark struggled to lift his weight off me, then dropped down next to me on the
bed.
"Damn it, what was that?"
"Er, hot sex?" I ventured.
He turned his head and looked at me with raised eyebrows.
Hot Chapters